Speakerphone

Part One

“Speakerphone.” The one command was soft and quiet, but lacked no conviction. Exactly how I wanted it.

I watched him through the webcam as he set his cell phone down on the desk and clicked what presumably would turn on his phone’s speaker. “T-there,” he said softly. I thanked whatever God had made sure Benny’s phone had a phenomenal speakerphone, since the microphone that had come with his computer was a quiet piece of shit, as we had found out a couple minutes earlier, when we tried to set up exactly what we’re doing now.

“Alright, Benny. Strip.”

Benny looked at me (well, at his webcam) warily. “Hayden, I don’t-“

“Excuse me?”

“Oh, sorry. Sir, I don’t think that’s a-“

“Since when are you allowed to talk back to me?” I refrained from calling him ‘bitch’ or ‘slut,’ because the poor boy was sensitive and would actually think I meant it. Whoever said I wasn’t a kind Master surely hadn’t ever been my pet.

He looked contrite. “I’m sorry!”

However, he remained motionless. “Benny…” I said warningly.

“Hayden, I mean, Sir, I don’t think you should look at me!” Benny sounded scared, which made me soften a bit. Of course he was afraid. He had never been a real submissive before, and had only ever had actual sex with someone once. Not to mention, it had been with a bitchy girl. He wasn’t very experienced and certainly felt the routine shyness and insecurity about his body.

“Calm down, pet. You wanted this; to give me your body for my pleasure. Did you think that in order to give yourself to me that you wouldn’t have to get naked in front of me?”

He shrugged. So adorable. “I just don’t want to displease, Master,” he whispered. I swear that I could just eat his cutesy little 5’4” body right up. In fact, I’m sure that someday I will.

“What about your body do you think is going to be displeasing?” I asked.

He hesitated for a moment. “Spit it out, boy!” I snapped. I immediately felt guilty afterwards, though, because his eyes started to tear up.

“S-sorry Sir. I’m just really small…”

Ohhhhh. So that was what this was about. That bitch who he’d lost his virginity to had pointed out that he was small, and Benny had relayed what she had said to me, but I hadn’t realized he was actually holding onto that notion. “Idiot,” I muttered. “Your cock size isn’t going to displease me, whether you’re 1 foot or 1 inch. Got it?”

His face brightened up instantly at that, all the way from his wispy, straw colored hair to his sweet, submissive lips. “Really?”

He so easily places his soul into my hands in situations like these. I could break him right now; I could tell him that I was ‘only joking, and what Master wouldn’t expect a 10 inch dick?’ I could take what little confidence I’ve managed to instill in him since we met and crush it. I could crush him.

“Benny, everything about you pleases me.”

His smile only widened at that. I couldn’t help the tiniest ghost of a grin that popped up on my face too. “Okay Sir. So you want me to take my clothes off?” He asked. I knew what he was really asking: ”Sir, now that I’ve gone and been dumb and displeased you by disobeying, do you still want me?”

“Yes, pet. Strip for me.”

Benny stood up from his chair – damn, those slim hips look fuckable – and started pulling off his shirt. Of course, he would start with his top, seeing as less monumental stuff was hidden under there. I barely managed to keep quiet as his perky brown nipples came into view. What luck I must have, to have managed to actually snag this beauty to be my own.

His jeans were next. Even through the webcam’s mediocre picture quality, I could see how his hands trembled next to the button. How sweet. He pulled them down over his bare feet and threw them off towards some other part of the room. He was left wearing nothing more than his boxers, which were checkered.

He hesitated with the boxers. Of course he did, though. My boy was not very brave, nor very confident, and I could tell that my declaration that I would like him even if he had a 1 inch cock didn’t seem to be completely easing his worries.

“Benny, take off your boxers. Now.”

He squeaked. What a delectable sound. And then, the moment that I’d been waiting at least 2 months for: the boxers came off, and I was seeing my pet in all his naked glory.

“You won’t sit for a week once I meet you,” I promised him breathily. He giggled a bit, ducking his head shyly. “Turn around, pet,” I whispered.

He turned, slowly, teasing me. I don’t think he had any idea he was actually doing any teasing, though, because my beautiful little boy had no idea his body was even sexy. Oh, and his ass… he turned around and presented me two firm, round, absolutely delicious looking cheeks. My hand reached down to my bare cock; I had neglected to put on any clothes today, since I had planned earlier to get myself and Benny into the very situation we’re in right now.

“Bend over,” I said sternly. He squeaked again, and was obviously quite embarrassed. But, he did it anyways. My pet made me so proud.

Once he bent over, I was even prouder of him. There in front of me was a virtually hairless crack, and a tiny, puckered hole that was made just for me. “Benny, you are the most beautiful pet I have ever seen,” I told him. He needed the encouragement, and I loved to compliment him, so there was no reason not to say it.

“T-thank you Sir,” he whispered sheepishly.

“Did you get what I asked of you?” I questioned. I had ordered him specifically to go out and buy some lubricant and a dildo, whatever size he wanted, so that he could play with himself for me today.

“Yes Sir!” he replied emphatically. Ah, the joys of submissives who actually like making me happy.

“Good. Where are they?”

“Over on the… dresser…” he said.

“Go get them.”

He straightened himself up and scampered out of the webcam’s sight. He came back, holding a small jar and a blue dildo. It wasn’t as large as my dick, but it wasn’t a small dildo either. Probably 5 and a half inches long, and maybe as wide as one of those fat paint pens.

“Is it too small?” he asked worriedly. I toyed for a moment with the idea of telling him it was, and that he had to stick something else up there too to make up for it, but the earnestness to have done a good job was burning in his eyes. He would be so sad if he thought he’d failed.

“No. It’s fine.” His ass probably couldn’t hold much more than that dildo right now anyways. I would get plenty of opportunities to stick multiple objects up his tube later. We were planning on meeting soon, right? He wouldn’t know what hit him then, but for now, I’d let him start out with the medium-sized dildo. “Bend over again, and lube yourself up.”

It was ultimately more amusing than arousing to watch my pet try to finger himself with the lube dripping all over his fingers. He hadn’t ever done this before. Anything that had ever gone up his ass had gone up dry. He was wincing with pain… poor boy.

After a couple more minutes of watching my pet completely degrade himself in front of me, I told him to stop. “Alright, pet. Lube up your new toy.”

He obeyed, although I don’t think he got as much lube on the toy as he could have. I didn’t say anything though. I wanted him to learn from his own mistakes. “Alright. Well, you know what comes next, don’t you pet?”

Without preamble, Benny shoved the entire thing in at once. Ouch. Guess he didn’t realize that it would hurt to do it that way. Or he didn’t realize he was allowed to do it any other way... he almost screamed, but managed only to let out a small whimper instead. “Master, it hurts, really bad!”

“Wait for yourself to adjust,” I decided to say. Normally I wouldn’t be quite this lenient with a pet, and I would already be ordering him to fuck himself, but Benny deserved the time to adjust. He waited maybe a minute (still bent over, displaying his beautiful ass to me proudly) and then asked, “Do I move it now?”

“Is it relatively comfortable yet?”

He nodded.

“Alright. Fuck yourself with it then.”

So, he started moving the toy within himself. He didn’t look like he was having much fun for the first minute or so, until he hit his prostrate. “Oh! Master! What was that?!”

“That was your prostrate, pet.”

“C-can I hit that again?” he whispered. Oh God. He was going to make the perfect pet.

“Absolutely.”

Finally, I got the itching to watch his cock. “Take that out and turn around,” I said. Benny extracted the sopping dildo, wincing, set it tenderly on the desk in front of him, and then stood up to look at me.

“Yes Sir?”

“Cum for me, beautiful,” I commanded.

His hands, still covered in lube, started pulling at his hard erection as he attempted to rut with his own hand. He came quickly, like a teenager, and managed to spurt a bit on the webcam. I laughed, and when he realized what he’d done, he started sputtering and wiped it off quickly. “I’m sorry Master, I didn’t mean to do that!”

I chuckled. “It’s alright. Now sit down pet, and watch me. I’m going to show you how much I want you.” I aimed the webcam at my cock and started pleasuring myself sensually. “I want to feel your hands, your mouth, and your ass on my cock. You are going to please me in whatever way I ask of you, aren’t you, Benny?”

“I… I think so, Sir,” he whispered. He was transfixed with my dick. What a darling little thing he was.

“You think?”

“I mean, I know so, Sir,” he corrected himself.

He was still scared that I wouldn’t respect his limits. But I was going to, no matter what. I would never ask him to do something that we had specifically talked about him feeling uncomfortable doing. The poor boy didn’t realize it though. “That’s better. Now watch, pet.” With my other hand, I started playing around with my balls a bit, just to get a little bit of extra pleasure in there. Benny gasped, all too audibly. “I’m going to come, Benny!” I said, and then all coherent thought left for a second as my orgasm flooded over me.

After breathing for a second, I aimed the webcam back at myself and picked my phone back up to talk in it without the speakerphone. “Well, Benny. How was that?”

Benny looked sad. I sighed. “Pet, what’s wrong?”

He had picked his phone back up too. “Master, I don’t think I’m doing anything right!”

“What are you talking about, darling? That was wonderful. You were perfect.”

I could tell he was still thinking about the think/know mishap that happened a minute ago. So, I elaborated on that. “Pet, it’s alright to feel a little scared of me still. I understand that you can’t possibly trust me to respect all of your limits yet, and that you’re scared that I’m going to ask you to do something that you don’t want to do. But I will respect your limits, dear, and I’m willing to stick around long enough to prove it to you, if you let me.” And, funnily enough, I really was willing to do that. Never before have I had a pet who I actually wanted to keep for… ever. I haven’t even met Benny yet, and I know I want to stay with him forever.

He appeared to be quite touched. He tends to carry the things I say with him for a while, so I try not to say anything too roughly. After all, I don’t delight in his emotional pain. He’s been a little attention starved, and he really does need affection. After what’s happened to him, I don’t blame him… besides, you catch more flies with honey than vinegar, right? He elicits such nicer responses when I’m kind to him than when I’m mean to him.

“Thank you Master,” he whispered into the phone. “I’ll be a really good pet for you, I promise!”

“I know you will, Benny,” I said back, with a loving smile on my face to reflect his.

His smile is infectious. I’ve never seen a smile quite like his on anybody else. I’m so lucky. He’s small, sweet, eager to please, and only lives a half hour away. And he wants me back.

I don’t think I’ve felt like this about anybody.

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I met him by chance, really. I had been in a chat room, talking to one other person, when Benny signed on. Right after Benny got into the chatroom, the person I was originally talking to left. So, I chatted up Benny, asking him where he lived, all that jazz.

Turned out he lived (and still lives) in Seattle, which is only a half hour or so away from where I live in Tacoma. Turned out he was a male, age 23, who was a little curious about gay sex.

So I caught his MSN address and asked him if he wanted to talk to me some other time. I was surprised when he said that he did. He thought I was really interesting, even though I’m older than him by about 9 years.

Our first MSN conversation went something like this, and basically defined the entire relationship we found ourselves in.

Hayden says:
Hey cutie. What’s up?

Bennnnn says:
Oh. Hi. Nothing really. How are you?

Hayden says:
I’m good now. ;P

Bennnnn says:
Oh wow.

Hayden says:
So Benny. You’re interested in gay sex?

I, of course, skip right to the point.

Bennnnn says:
NO

Bennnnn says:
I mean, wait.

Bennnnn says:
That didn’t come out right. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to sound offensive.

Hayden says:
You ARE interested in it then, hm?

It took him a while to respond right here. I was laughing my head off about it, really.

Bennnnn says:
Okay fine. yes I am interested

Hayden says:
Are you curious about your sexuality, or are you just a virgin?

Bennnnn says:
I’m not a virgin! I have had sex!

Hayden says:
Really now.

Bennnnn says:
Yes really! Once!

Hayden says:
You’re twenty three and you’ve had sex once?

Bennnnn says:
… I’m not a stud or anything, you know…

Hayden says:
I bet you had sex with a fat girl, didn’t you?

Bennnnn says:
Shut up! She wasn’t fat!

Hayden says:
But she was a girl, then? :P

Bennnnn says:
…

Bennnnn says:
Fine. You got me. I have only had sex with a girl, once. I think I’m gay and I want to have sex with a man. And I’m interested in… uhm, d/s. I dunno what it’s called. You know what I mean, right?

Hayden says:
Yes, D/s. Yeah. You a Dom or a sub?

I, of course, had already deduced that the kid was a sub, or that he wanted to be one. It was only really, extremely obvious.

Bennnnn says:
Sub.

Hayden says:
Have you done any real research on D/s?

Bennnnn says:
I’ve read a bunch of stories…

Hayden says:
Kid, you have to do a bit more in depth research than reading depraved men’s sexual fantasies, or you’ll end up in an abusive relationship instead of a D/s relationship.

Bennnnn says:
You seem to know a lot about this…

Hayden says:
Well duh. I’m a Dom.

He was quiet for a bit. I started to get worried that I’d scared him away when he said:

Bennnnn says:
Do you think you could teach me a bit about it?

Bennnnn says:
I mean, if you had time and stuff. You don’t really have to.

Hayden says:
I would be honored, dear.

And then… well, our relationship just sort of started right then. I immediately asked him if he was comfortable giving me his phone number so that we could talk ‘in person’ and after a couple nights of conversing on MSN he worked up the courage to give me his cell.

He didn’t ask to be my pet until after a few weeks of talking on the phone, and the way it came about was very odd indeed, for I learned a piece of information about him that I hadn’t even suspected.

“Hey Hayden,” he said to me when he called me. He had begun to actually call me first, instead of waiting for me to call, which I knew he wasn’t very comfortable doing with people. He had (and still has) confidence issues.

“Hey dear. How are you?” I asked. I didn’t mention to him that I’d been in the middle of eating dinner. His fear of calling people stemmed from worrying that he’d interrupt something important of whoever he was calling. So I didn’t mention it. I had been eating alone anyway.

“I’m good. Are you busy right now?”

“Not at all, just relaxing. What’s up?”

We shared a bit of small talk, but then gradually I was able to steer the conversation towards sex.

“So, you never did tell me how you ended up having sex with a girl,” I teased. He sputtered a bit, sounding completely adorable.

“It’s… it’s not important!”

“Au contraire,” I said in bad French. “I am very curious. Were you sexually attracted to her?”

“N-not really,” he mumbled. “I only did it cause… well, she was my prom date, and we had come back to her house after prom, and… I didn’t really want to, but, well, my brother… never mind. We just ended up having sex, ‘cause that must be what teenagers do after prom.”

I thought the brother comment was kind of a weird one. “What was that about your brother?”

“N-nothing!”

We hadn’t become an actual Dom/sub pair yet, but I knew he was aching to ask me to be his Dom, so I put on my best Dominant voice and said, “Benny, do you really think I take lies very well?”

“I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I don’t really want to talk about it…”

“That’s better, since at least you’re not lying.” I debated for a second whether I should force it out of him, but then decided not to. The boy had a right to do what he wanted with his own feelings. “I won’t force you to tell me what’s up. But I really would like it if you shared what went on in your mind with me. I want to listen to you.”

“I… you might get mad at me,” he said.

“Hm. Well, tell me anyways. If I get mad at you, I won’t stay mad at you. And I won’t hang up the phone on you. We’ll talk it out,” I promised. I had no idea what his brother could have possibly done on Benny’s prom night to make me mad at Benny, but I figured he was probably overreacting.

“Well. Okay, I guess I’ll tell you. I’m really sorry if I gross you out.”

“Okay…”

“Well, it was prom night…”

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The night had gone well, despite the fact that I was going with one of my brother’s friends. He’d introduced me to her, and told me that I had to go with her to prom, since I had no other date. Her name was Maxine, and she was really pretty. Not that I like girls or anything. But I thought she was rather pretty, and she was very talkative too. We had gone out to eat first, and then we went to the dance, and we spent the rest of the time down by the lake, talking. I had wondered if I was gay for a little while, but I felt that maybe I had been wrong, because I found myself really drawn to Maxine. She actually had thoughts in her head besides her makeup and her appearance.

She eventually started talking about being cold, and I had already given her my jacket, so I suggested that we head back to my place or hers. She suggested hers, because apparently her parents were on vacation. I agreed, only wanting to spend more time with her. So we walked to her house, joking and laughing. That night had been the best of my life…

And then we got to her house, and lo and behold, my brother was there.

I don’t like being around my brother. He’s two years older than me, so he had graduated the year before, but never left home. He was always kind of mean to me, making me do things I didn’t want to do and stuff. He decided he was going to ruin my prom date.

I think the worst part was that Maxine and he had planned it. She had agreed to do this with my brother, because… well, I guess since I was always so small, I was just fun to pick on, and an easy target for Maxine’s weird fantasies. My brother pushed me down on the couch, and ordered me to take off all my clothes.

It was pure torture. My brother got my penis up – I didn’t mean to let him, I swear! – and slapped me when I told him I didn’t want to do it.

“He’s lying,” my brother said. “He’s really into this slave/Master stuff. He likes to be pushed around, dontcha, you little slut?”

At that moment, I had felt like one. Without even making me put on a condom, Maxine lowered herself down on me. Then, my brother pushed himself in her butt; apparently, she had wanted to try out a threesome.

I didn’t cum though. As tight as Maxine was, I could see my brother looming over her shoulder, making obscene noises of approval, and I could hear Maxine’s quiet grunting as she was fucked by two men at once. I tried to keep thrusting, but I didn’t quite have the motivation.

Finally, my brother and Maxine finished, and they pushed me down on the ground. “You were fantastic,” she said to my brother. “But his dick was too small.”

“Whaddya say we punish him for it?” My brother said. I knew the tone of voice he was speaking in. He always talked like this before something painful happened to me.

“Sounds like a plan to me. Do you think he’d eat me out?” Maxine asked.

“He’ll do anything I ask him to. He’s a slut!”

He forced me to eat her out, but while I was doing that, he was behind me… his arms had wrapped around me and were playing with my nipples. He pinched really hard, because my brother loved to see me in pain.

I could feel his erection starting up again as I licked Maxine. It was pushing into my back painfully. Suddenly, Maxine orgasmed, and in an instant my brother had pulled my mouth onto him instead. I sucked him off and then swallowed his cum. He didn’t let me swallow it all though. He pulled out halfway through coming and came straight into my hair. He rubbed it in, laughing. “See Maxine? My bro will do anything you want.”

I think at that point, Maxine was even a little creeped out. She had already orgasmed twice and was starting to see the severity of the situation. She told us she was tired and made us leave, and I never saw her again.

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“And uh… that’s how I lost my virginity,” Benny whispered.

I was shocked. In fact, I was beyond shocked. My dear little Benny had been sexually abused by his brother! “Benny…”

“I’m sorry! I know I shouldn’t have let it happen…” Benny whispered.

“No, no dear! It’s not your fault. Don’t you dare say that!”

“Sorry…”

It was quiet.

Finally, I spoke up. “Did your brother do things like that to you often?”

“For about a year he did. Then I graduated, and I decided to come and go to college out here just to get away from him… no matter how much he didn’t want me to leave, there was no way he could keep me, and there’s no way he could follow me. He doesn’t have the money to move out of my parent’s house in Kentucky, and doesn’t have the brains for college. For a while he kept calling me, but he eventually stopped. I think he gave up and is trying to find a new slut…”

“Hold up. New slut? You weren’t his slut in the first place,” I said.

“Yes I was! I let him do all those terrible things to me. And besides, some of the time I was aroused, even though I didn’t want to be. That means I’m a slut!”

“No. No, no, no, NO! That doesn’t mean you’re a slut at all! It was his fault for making you do the things you didn’t want to do. What he did was wrong!” I was really, really glad I had taken a class on sexual assault, because I knew how important it was to establish that it wasn’t Benny’s fault at all.

“Are you sure?” Benny whispered. “He… he always said it was my fault for not stopping him the first time he did it. And that everyone would hate me if I told them, because I hadn’t originally tried to stop him.”

“It’s not your fault. He’s a sick, disgusting person, and you didn’t deserve any of what he did to you, no matter what he told you.”

“And now,” Benny said, seemingly disregarding what I’d just said and just plundering forward, “m-my sexual thoughts are all messed up. I get turned on by weird things, l-like BDSM, and I want to be in a D/s relationship… but I’m so scared, because in almost all the stories I read, the Dom is… my brother. And the sub is me. And I don’t want that again. But if I’m imagining it, I must deserve it again!”

His logic was all messed up. “Dear, not all D/s relationships are like that. In fact, if you want technical definitions, there is no D/s relationship like that. The relationships like the one with your brother are abusive relationships. In a D/s relationship, there is a level of trust between both partners; the sub has to trust that the Dom will respect his or her limits, and the Dom has to trust that the sub will tell the Dom his or her limits. Everything in a true, healthy D/s relationship is consensual. Even the non-consensual roleplays are all consensual, because both parties have control over the situation. If the sub gets scared and says the safeword, in a real D/s relationship, the Dom stops.”

“So, y-you’re like a real Dom then. And my brother was an abuser.”

“Exactly, pet.” I remember being a little flustered at calling him pet, but he didn’t really seem to notice my slip-up.

“So you think that one day I’ll find someone who’s like a real Dom? Who will want to take care of me?” Benny asked.

“Babe, you could charm any real Dom into having you and taking care of you. I would, if you wanted me to.”

I heard a gasp of surprise. “You really want to?”

“Benny, of course I want to. I wouldn’t have asked you for your phone number, or listened to you tell me your story, or talked to you at all if I hadn’t wanted to.”

“I’ll try so hard to be a good pet!” Benny declared. “I’ll make you dinner and I’ll give you blowjobs and do whatever you ask me to and I’ll be so good!”

“Benny, you’d better stop talking like that,” I muttered, feeling my hard-on starting. He didn’t understand what I meant though.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I’ll be quiet…” he whispered.

“No, dear, I don’t want you to be quiet. What you’re saying is turning me on, that’s all.”

He squeaked, and I had a vision of him on his end – the picture he’d sent me of him popped up in my thoughts and suddenly I was even harder. “Ungh…” I groaned. “I need to take care of this.”

“Oh, should I go?”

I had a better idea though. “Nah. Just keep talking. If you don’t mind me jacking off while I listen to your sweet voice, that is.”

He yelped, and the vibrations from the phone went straight down into my groin. “Ahhh… Benny. Tell me what you’re wearing right now.”

“Uhm. I’m wearing a pair of khaki shorts, and a tee-shirt that says Seattle Mariners on it,” he replied.

“What color are your boxers?” I grumbled out.

“Uhm…Scooby Doo…” he whispered with humiliation.

My cock had now been freed from its confines and was standing straight up. “Pet, my dick is standing straight up, just for you. Do you know that?”

“Uhm…”

“I’m imagining you, taking off your boxers… oh, my vision of you is sweet, but I bet you’re even better than my imagination… tell me what’s on your feet…”

“Nothing. I’m barefoot…”

“Ungh!”

“Sorry!”

“No pet, that’s a good thing.” I really enjoyed calling him pet, and now that I was his Dom, I was fully allowed to. I imagined his straw colored head lowering down on me, him in just Scooby Doo boxers, and… his mouth, wrapped around me lovingly. “Pet, your mouth will be so sweet on me…”

“Yeah! I’ll try really hard for you!”

His enthusiasm was very sexy. A moment later, I was coming, and grunting into the phone. “Benny, your sweet voice just made me cum.”

I would bet my bank account that he was blushing and smiling at that moment. “Oh. T-that’s good then!”

I was in heaven.

For the next two months, Benny and I had begun and continued a relationship as Master and pet. He was always so sweet on the phone, and we had phone sex a lot. His voice was enough to get me off, but I knew I wanted more.

So, I started getting him to set up the webcam, and we would have cyber/phone sex. The first time we did it, he was so shy about showing me his dick – a side-effect of that bitch who raped him and told him he was small – but eventually he got into it. He really liked having sex this way, and so did I.

But it wasn’t the ‘more’ I was looking for. I realized, after doing it a few times with the webcam, that I wanted to touch him, and not just watch him touch himself. So, I brought up the idea of meeting.

He seemed a little hesitant at first, which was understandable. “I… I dunno…”

“We don’t have to right now. I want to meet you though, Benny, I really do.”

He sighed. “Well, I guess I could drive down to Tacoma and… do you think we could meet in a café, like in public first?” he asked. He seemed to be worried that I wouldn’t consent to meeting him in public, but I certainly would.

“Absolutely Benny. Here, there’s this really nice café down by the Tacoma Dome…”

And, sure enough, that weekend we met for the first time. Benny was even more beautiful than on the webcam. I walked into the café, and there he was, sitting at a booth and looking excited/nervous. His big green eyes were wide with anticipation.

I almost shot a load right then, but managed to will down my impending hard-on, and sat in front of him. “Hey there, dear,” I said.

“Master!” He looked very pleased to see me.

“You don’t have to call me that in public,” I muttered, looking around quickly to make sure no one had heard the odd exchange.

I must have sounded pissed off though, because he looked down at the table, obviously chagrined. “Oh. I’m sorry, Hayden.” I knew he was thinking that he’d already messed up, so I reached my hand over the table and grasped his.

“I’m not mad, pet. But the kind of relationship we’re in doesn’t need to be paraded around. Other people take it the wrong way. Just don’t call me it in front of other people, okay?”

He looked back up, eyes bright again. “Okay!”

“Do you want some coffee?” I asked, grabbing my wallet, and, regretfully, pulling away from him.

“Oh, Sir, I can pay for mine,” he protested when he saw me fish out my wallet.

“Nonsense. I’m gonna take care of you, remember?” I winked at him. He blushed. The look was very good for him, I decided right then and there.

“O-okay, I’ll just have a tall drip coffee then,” he muttered to me, looking down at the table. He was trying to be as inexpensive as possible.

I went up to order and came back with a grande mocha for him, since I remembered from one of our phone conversations that he liked chocolate.

“Oh, Sir, you didn’t have to!” he said, blushing even worse than before. I fixed him with a stern look.

“Pet, I am going to pamper you whether you like it or not.”

He looked very confused. “Sir, you’re not being like all the stories… in those stories, the Master would generally not buy his slave anything and w-would make his slave miserable by making the slave watch the Master drink…”

“I dunno. Maybe I’m different. Maybe the people on gaysex.com or whatever don’t get off on loving relationships, so they don’t write about them. I don’t know.” I always knew I’d never treat my pets the way they were treated on the internet, and I had to make sure Benny knew that.

Aww. I made him smile.

He sipped on his coffee and the way his lips moved on the little hole was enticing. He was smaller in real life than I had thought he would be, and his hair was a brighter blonde. His skin had a light dusting of freckles that I hadn’t noticed in the pictures. He even had a button nose. In that instant, I knew I would never get any luckier than with this darling guy.

“W-what?” he asked, once he noticed me staring.

“Nothing. I’m just thinking about how beautiful you are.” I was never one for dishonesty…

He made a funny noise at that and ducked his head. “I… thanks.” I had taught him how to take compliments without refusing them, and he was getting better at thanking me for complimenting him, rather than denying my claim.

We made small talk for a while. Benny spent a lot of the time talking about a driver who had cut him off on the freeway and almost gotten him killed.

Eventually, our conversation came back around to our relationship. I knew it would, and was prepared for it. Now that we had met in real life, I had to start communicating well with Benny, for now we would most likely end up actually getting intimate. “Benny, we have to have a talk about limits.”

Limits. It was a word I brought up a lot. Benny knew what limits were, and he was starting to trust that I would respect his, but he hadn’t actually told me what they were yet.

“Oh. Uhm.” He looked down at the table. “Well, I don’t wanna s-spoil anything…”

I didn’t really know what he meant by that. “What are you talking about? What would you spoil?”

“Well, what if I end up not wanting to do something that you REALLY want to do?” Benny looked up at me, biting his lip in anxiety.

“Remember how I talked about consent in a D/s relationship?”

“But I want to please you, Sir…” he said while looking back down at the table.

This was exactly why I knew we had to have this conversation. “Pet. Look at me. Benny, I said look at me…”

His head jerked up in fear. “I’m sorry,” he whispered.

This was the only real flaw with Benny – he was such a people pleaser that he was willing to give up his own happiness for me. Sure, that was the whole gist of a D/s relationship, but there comes a point when the sub has to take control, put their foot down, and say, “I will NOT do this.”

Sigh. “This is why we need to talk. I don’t want to do something to you that could bring back painful memories, or that makes you scared or anything like that. I want this to be fun for you too.”

He looked away, mumbling something. “What was that?”

“I said, I’d prefer it if we didn’t have any threesomes…”

I understood that one. Benny always made subtle hints about how he wanted a relationship to be loving, caring, bladyblahblah, and how he thought that if two people really loved each other they didn’t need other parties interfering in their sex life. This relationship wasn’t as much about sexual pleasure for my pet, and when it comes down to it, threesomes really are only had for sex. Not to mention, it would probably bring back memories of that terrible night when he lost his virginity…

“I mean, if you want to have a threesome, I guess I shouldn’t object, but…”

“No Benny. If you don’t want to do it, then we don’t do it. Plain and simple, alright?”

He nodded. “Er, I guess so.”

“What else, pet?” I prompted, after he said nothing else for a moment.

“No, uh, bestiality.”

“Pet, I don’t think I could share you with anyone, not even with animals,” I said while grasping his hand. He blushed.

“Uhm. I guess… no, uh, raunch stuff… ya know…”

“I didn’t think you were a piss drinker,” I said while winking at him. Personally, I couldn’t imagine defiling someone so beautiful with something as gross and disgusting as piss or feces.

“And the last one… well, if we ever do any roleplays, I’d appreciate it if we didn’t do anything dealing with, uh… incest…”

I rubbed the pad of my thumb over the top of his hand. “Absolutely, dearest,” I murmured softly. I hadn’t even entertained the thought of hurting him like that.

Frankly, I was a little surprised that he hadn’t mentioned anything that had to do with pain. I guess we’d have a safeword if it got to be too much. “You’re alright with anything else I ask you to do?”

He was quiet for a moment, thinking, and then said, “Yeah. I… I want to give myself to you as wholly as I can… so any of the, like, paddling stuff, I’m totally okay with. And… yeah. All that.”

What a sweet, sweet boy!! “Benny, do you wanna head back over to my place for a bit and get used to each other?”

He looked like a deer caught in the headlights. “Uh… well, I don’t know if…”

I realized how that had sounded, and laughed a bit. “Don’t worry dear. We don’t have to do anything sexual… yet.”

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I stayed true to my word… mostly. Benny and I didn’t touch each other sexually during his first trip to my house. However, the two of us did manage to find ourselves in a… awkward situation.

I hadn’t planned it or anything though. Really. I mean it. What had happened was I had been feeling a little… hot… and went to go take a cold shower to cool down, since I knew Benny wasn’t quite ready for the sex yet. I cooled off, then walked back into my room, towel around my waist, to get dressed.

And there was Benny, snooping around in my room like a little spy! “What are you doing!?” I yelled when I walked in and saw him sorting around through a box of… well, sex toys. How he had managed to find those in the back of my closet, I really don’t know.

When he looked up from his nosey little escapade, I could see from his eyes that he knew he was in trouble. Big. Trouble. He was even starting to tear up. I would have normally wanted to comfort him, but under these circumstances, I would rather have paddled his ass raw.

He didn’t say a word. He did put the cardboard flaps back over the top of the box and push it to the side.

“I believe I asked you a question, boy!” As I mentioned before, I do refrain from calling him ‘bitch’ or ‘slut.’ ‘Boy’ is as far as I will go into the derogatory names… and it creates the desired effect well, because the particular term makes him very ashamed.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, from his knees on the ground. Of course he was sorry. He was always sorry. He was sorry when he spaced out on the phone, he was sorry when he accidentally said something to bring up my ex-subs, he was sorry when Iran threatened America with missiles… another thing I don’t particularly like about Benny: everything that goes wrong is ‘his fault.’

“That doesn’t effectively explain why you’re poking around in my private stuff!”

He mumbled something to the ground.

“Speak up!”

“I just wanted to see what you had in store for me,” he said quietly, this time looking up at me.

I have never had this happen to me before… in fact, I’ve never even had a sub who was a ‘newbie’ with no idea what would happen to him. Of course, that doesn’t mean I’m not still mad at Benny… he really could have just asked. But it does make me a little bit less angry with him. I can understand why he’d be scared.

“O-of course I know that’s no excuse at all!” Benny said quickly. He scooted to my feet. “I’ll accept any punishment! Anything at all! I’ll let you do a-all of the things I said I didn’t want you to do!”

And in front of me he sat, with his butt on his heels, his head down, and his hands grasping his pant legs with utter terror. He still didn’t get it. He thought I would go back on my word to him, just because he did something inappropriate. As if, disobeying or doing something stupid is merit for me betraying his limits. I do stupid, inappropriate things sometimes too. It’s human nature to be curious, and to do improper things to satiate that curiosity. He really expects that I will… what? Piss on him? Make him have sex with a horse? Bring over other men? Even if he deliberately disobeyed me on the absolute most important command I’d ever given him, I wouldn’t do that to him. Maybe I wasn’t really as ‘in control’ as my status would make it seem…

“Look at me,” I commanded. Benny always has trouble with this command, but he looked straight up at me anyways, the tears sparkling in his eyes. “And don’t bother crying. It’s not gonna change anything.” Of course, that was a lie. Seeing his tears makes my heart wrench.

“I’m sorry, Master,” he whispered, desperately wiping at the tears to make them disappear.

“Listen. I’m mad, and yes you’re going to be punished. But I’m not as mad as you think I am, and you’re not going to be punished as hard as you think you are.”

“No, Master, I deserve to be punished completely!!” he whispered. It makes me wonder how he would have coped if I hadn’t caught him… he probably would have bottled it up inside for a few hours, and then spilled.

I rolled my eyes. “I’m not inhumane enough not to be able to understand insatiable curiosity. However, sneaking around my room does cause me to lose some of my trust in you, and makes me wonder, if you were so worried about what I had in store for you, why didn’t you just ask me yourself?”

He didn’t need to answer though. I already knew what his thought process had been… he thought I would have been mad. And now I’m mad at him anyways, so he is beating himself up about how he can’t do anything to keep people from being mad at him. Not to mention, he’s wallowing in guilt about the comment about trust that I had made, and is wondering if he deserves any of the trust I’ve placed in him.

“Benny, I wouldn’t have been mad at you if you had asked me what I might possibly want to do to you. I want to be able to communicate with you, not only about this issue, but about anything on your mind. Understand?”

He nodded. His face had long since resumed looking at the ground.

“Now I know we haven’t done any sort of intimate touching at all… and I’m a little disappointed that our first experience is going to be a punishment.”

Oh my. Maybe I shouldn’t have said. I think that the last sentence I said was probably the worst punishment I was going to give to him – my disappointment. He looked up at me, so wide-eyed and sad and eager to make me happy again. He was lucky he had a Master who respected him, and who wouldn’t take advantage of that eagerness…

I continued. “However, it looks like that is what’s going to happen. Go out into the living room and wait for me on the couch.”

He scampered out immediately, saying, “Yes Sir!” on the way out.

I pulled on some boxers and jeans, neglecting to don a shirt since it wasn’t cold or anything. I then went back to my closet and rooted around for a good beginning paddle. Something that wasn’t too heavy or painful…

I finally ended up deciding on my lucky green paddle, medium-sized and not too thick, and made out of plastic.

I found him on the couch, tense with apprehension. I had almost already lost the nerve to punish him, since I knew that waiting for the punishment is almost worse than the actual thing. However, I couldn’t spoil him… I sat down next to him.

“Benny, climb over my lap.”

He did just as I asked. Ah, there was his beautiful little ass. I wondered if pain turned him on… well, whether it turned him on or not, it was going to happen.

“Pants on or off?” I asked him, just for a quick investigation of his personality. Would he be whiny and ask for his pants to stay on, or brave and ask for his pants to be taken off?

“Well, Sir, whichever you think I deserve,” he replied matter-of-factly.

“Which do YOU think you deserve?”

He thought for a moment. “Pants off,” he finally whispered in an embarrassed tone.

I always knew this kid would make a good pet. “Alright then, pet. Pants off it is.”

He struggled to unbutton his jeans and slip them off; I knew he was worried he was going to accidentally jab me with his elbow or something. Finally though, his pants had come clean off, and his lower half was left naked, minus the socks which had stayed on.

I rested the paddle on his naked ass, just to let him feel the cool plastic. “How many strikes?” I asked. He was providing some pretty funny (and absolutely pleasing) responses to my questions.

“Sir, I don’t know how many is appropriate! I’m sorry, please choose for me!”

“Hm. How about 50?” I asked jokingly. He gulped, obviously thinking that that was too much, but not wanting to backtalk.

“Uh, well, whatever you think, Master,” he finally said, sounding somewhat resigned to his fate. What a cutesy. I wasn’t even mad at him anymore…

“Idiot. Of course you’re not gonna get 50. I think we’ll go for 10. You’re going to count. Are you ready?”

“Yes sir… ONE.”

Oooh. He was good. His first spanking and he hadn’t missed the first number.

“Two!”

His ass was already getting kind of red. No doubt, no matter what abuse he had gone through with his brother (which he hadn’t fully detailed to me), the evil sibling had never thoroughly spanked him. Which was good… I didn’t want to remind my pet of that evil monster.

“Three! Four! Five!”

The paddle sounded delicious on his bare skin. God, I just wanted to sink into that crack…

“Six! Seven!”

My arm was getting a little tired. I hadn’t given a proper spanking for a long time.

“Eight! Nine! Ten!”

And it was over. Benny hadn’t even shed a tear. In fact, he hadn’t come close to crying out in pain. How weird. His ass was a deep red… it LOOKED painful. “Are you in pain, dear?” I asked.

“Kinda. But it’s okay, it doesn’t really matter all that much,” Benny mumbled.

I shifted from underneath him and stood up. “I’ll be right back. Stay here, okay?”

“Yes Sir…”

I went to my room and found my nifty Aloe Vera lotion and brought it back out to him. “Alright, pet,” I said as I sat. “Over my lap again.”

He made a noise of disbelief – he thought I was going to punish him again. But he didn’t hesitate or refuse, which was nice. I popped the cap and put a generous dollop of lotion on the inflamed backside of my pet. “Master, what are you –“

“Shh,” was all I said back.

Oh, he liked this alright. I smoothly massaged his bare cheeks with the soothing lotion and he positively dissolved in my hands. I occasionally would hear a soft mewl out of him, which was endearing. He was so sweet.

“Wait, Master!” he suddenly said. My hand motions stopped.

“What?”

“You can’t do this! It negates the whole point of the punishment!!”

“Not really. The point of the punishment wasn’t to cause you pain. It was to teach you.”

“But I thought… with kinky things, I mean… I mean, I thought…”

He had been thinking that that was to get me off! “No, no. If I’m in a kinky mood I’ll just tell you. This wasn’t really about sex.”

“But you said… first intimate experience…”

He really was in a contradictory mood. “This was an intimate experience, but it wasn’t supposed to be a sexual experience. I’m not getting off on it or anything. It’s just… well, I guess it’s just me teaching you that you can trust me with anything. That while I may get mad at you, I’ll always be right here to support you and heal you.”

I heard the sniffling and knew that I had succeeded in bringing him to tears. Not for the first time. “Benny…”

“Sorry Master,” he said pitifully, obviously trying to stop the flow of tears but not achieving success.

“It’s alright,” I said, rubbing his bottom fondly. “I understand.”

“You’re the greatest Master in the whole wide world!” he declared. Then, without asking (something that is normally a punishable offense but in his case, I let it slide…) Benny jumped up and started to hug me. He had repositioned his legs so that he was straddling me… and he wasn’t wearing any pants… he didn’t really realize he wasn’t wearing pants though, obviously.

However, I realized it. And so did Hayden Jr., who jumped to attention instantly.

“Benny, you’re not wearing any pants,” I stuttered out.

He gasped, and then scrambled off of me. He found his pants as quick as he could, put them on, and then came back to kneel in front of my feet. “Sorry Master,” he mumbled apologetically.

It’s hard to describe just how right it feels to have Benny on his knees in front of me like this. I found his head and started to pet – I knew that petting him would become a habit. I had never felt so complete before.

He leaned into my touch… and said, “Thank you Master.”

“For what?”

“For taking care of me.”

End Part One

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Hey there. This is already huge so I decided I was going to cut it off here before it got too long. I have like a million ideas for Hayden and Benny though, so tell me if you want me to continue this. :)

Oh, and also. About their whole relationship dynamics... I dunno if there's even a real D/s relationship like theirs. I would hope that there are... I've never met anyone in a D/s relationship, I've never been in a D/s relationship... but it's fiction, so it's alright even if it's somehow not completely realistic. Right?